*Clear Throat*
[Intro]
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad b*tch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!
[Verse 1]
Uh, I recognize your fragrance (hold up!)
Baby that's my favorite (Woo!)
You ain't never gotta say sh*t
You always smile everytime I play this
Long hair, soft skin, with braces
I don't mind taking you out to places
Set the mood by playing "Love Faces"
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a lovely rose bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
Honestly, babygirl that's something I don't usually do
Never got butterflies in my stomach before man that's something new
You telling me you wanna talk
But honestly baby I wanna f*ck the sh*t outta you
I'm sorry if that sound a little bit rude I'm just kinda in mood from looking at you
Goddamn girl, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that body move
It got me wishing we should fight less and talk more
And they say communication
Save relations, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real
P.S...
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar & Unappreciated]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just know just know just know just know just
What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song, alright
[Verse 2]
Uh, I really hope you play this
Cause girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one week vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young Mixed Hispanic Girl, you too busy f*cking with your other man
Call me up for more di*k baby, I'll sneak in ya house like "brah man"
Put you on a plane baby
And ship you and your friends all the way to London
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need somebody
It been awhile ever since I felt that body
Writing rhymes about you is one of my favorite hobbies
And I sound little like, Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice
I was so new to this rap life but Goddamn, girl I got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your perfect smile in the sunset (ooh!)
Goddamn, is the only thing I can say
You always give me a little erection everytime you look at me in a certain way
I'm this close to say f*ck lunch and let's f*ck the whole entire day
And they say sexual relations
Is the best make up session, I can tell
I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S...
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar & Unappreciated]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just know just know just know just know just
What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song, alright